The Golden Greenhouse

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The glass was not clean; it was merely waiting. Elias Thorne held the pane up to the light, his thumb tracing the microscopic grain of the sand that had been fused into its heart. It was a perfect square, twelve inches by twelve, polished until it seemed less like a material object and more like a hole in the air. In the year 1347, perfection was a currency more volatile than gold, and Elias, a...

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